Bleh. I am chained to my computer. With luck, I'll only have one meeting today. The rest of the day, I'm writing. My eyes should cross by 2. I should be incoherent by 4, at which point I ship this shit off and go to the gym. I'm tired as only a narcoleptic with a bad case of the sleepies could be.
This weekend, I'm doing... uh... some stuff. I don't
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